"I knew
how it would be, so I am not disappointed. Have you anything left? Have
you got the five louis I gave you at the beginning of the evening?"
Monsieur Wachner shook his head gloomily.
"Well then, it is about time we went home." She turned and led the way
out.
CHAPTER XXIII
As Sylvia went slowly and wearily up to her room a sudden horror of
Lacville swept over her excited brain.
For the first time since she had been in the Villa du Lac, she locked the
door of her bed room and sat down in the darkness.
She was overwhelmed with feelings of humiliation and pain. She told
herself with bitter self-scorn that Paul de Virieu cared nothing for her.
If he had cared ever so little he surely would never have done what he
had done to-night?
But such thoughts were futile, and soon she rose and turned on the
electric light. Then she sat down at a little writing-table which had
been thoughtfully provided for her by M. Polperro, and hurriedly, with
feverish eagerness, wrote a note.
Dear Count de Virieu--
I am very tired to-night, and I do not feel as if I should be well
enough to ride to-morrow.
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